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Wild Heart Running
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Dimension: 16”X20” Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics

Wild Heart
By Lacy Priest

Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she’ll never be found. The men’s ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten ‘round the neck of the mare. She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight.

The men’s horses are tiring, but she’s fresh as a breeze. “She’s drawing away,” whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, “The men are beaten; she’s safe”; the cardinals thrill! She’ll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won’t ever help cowboys round up the cattle.

‘Cause she’s a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart. Now that’s the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful ‘lope.

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<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 22:07:43 -0400</pubDate>
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Afternoon At Emmaline's Front Porch
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<div style="float: left"><a href="http://www.helenasartgallery.com/detail?item_id=23087" title="Afternoon at Emmaline"><img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/img/23087_b.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><p>Dimension: 16&quot;X20&quot; Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: water-based Acrylics Backyards are not the only place to have a sense of peace and tranquilty. A comfy front porch makes a great escape, a lovely spot to chat with friends and neighbors. Painting of a front porch at a home in Hamilton, Massachusetts. <br />Post created from <a href="http://www.helenasartgallery.com/detail?item_id=23087">this item</a></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/dbimg/5389_a.jpg" alt="" /></p>
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Mr. Finch
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<p><img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/dbimg/5145_b.jpg" alt="" align="right" />Red Bunting Male Bird. Fascinating colors, expressive bird's eye!</p><p>Dimension:&nbsp; 10&quot;X10&quot; Plywood board<br />Medium:&nbsp; Windsor &amp; Newton Oils</p><p><br />The First Red Bird<br />by Evaleen Stein</p><p>I heard a song at daybreak,<br />So honey-sweet and clear,<br />The essence of all joyous things<br />Seemed mingling in its cheer.</p><p>The frosty world about me<br />I searched with eager gaze,<br />But all was slumber-bound and wrapped<br />In violet-tinted haze.</p><p>Then suddenly a sunbeam<br />Shot slanting o'er the hill,<br />And once again from out the sky<br />I heard that honied trill.</p><p>And there upon a poplar,<br />Poised at its topmost height,<br />I saw a little singer clad<br />In scarlet plumage bright.</p><p>The poplar branches quivered,<br />By dawn winds lightly blown,<br />And like a breeze-swept poppy-flower<br />The red-bird rocked and shone.</p><p>The blue sky, and his feathers<br />Flashed o'er by golden light,<br />Oh, all my heart with rapture thrilled,<br />It was so sweet a sight!</p>
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<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 11:13:43 -0400</pubDate>
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So Close To You
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<img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/dbimg/5137_a.jpg" alt="" /> <div style="float: left"><a href="http://www.helenasartgallery.com/detail?item_id=22260" title="So Close To You"><img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/img/22260_b.jpg" alt="" /></a></div>Medium: Acrylic on canvas Dimension: 16&quot;X20&quot; Intense and rich vibrant colors of roses, miniature roses, and one daisy, done in simple small brush strokes all blended in. An emotion to feel , &quot;So Close To You.&quot; wanna be with you for ever and for always A touch of your hand makes me shiver When you leave me all alone I cry a deep river When you tell me you love me And look deep into my eyes I wonder if you really know that I loved you from the start Your lips so soft with passion Touching against mine And when you let go I always wanna cry ~Anonymous <br />Post created from <a href="http://www.helenasartgallery.com/detail?item_id=22260">this item</a>
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<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 10:52:01 -0400</pubDate>
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On The Boardwalk
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<div style="float: left"><a href="http://www.helenasartgallery.com/detail?item_id=22217" title="On The Boardwalk"><img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/img/22217_b.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><p>Dimension: 8&quot;X10&quot; on Canvas Board Medium: Acrylics Song: Under the Boardwalk When the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof, And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fireproof, Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be. From the park you hear the happy sound of the carousel, You can almost taste the hot dogs and french fries they sell, Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be. Under the boardwalk, (Out of the sun) Under the boardwalk, (We'll be having some fun) Under the boardwalk, (People walking above) Under the boardwalk, (We'll be falling in love) Under the boardwalk, (Boardwalk!) Oooh, la la la la la la. Oooh, la la la la la la la la la. Help me somebody, sing some la la's with me. Under the night, under the stars by the raging sea. Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be. Under the boardwalk, (Out of the sun) Under the boardwalk, (We'll be having some fun) Under the boardwalk, (People walking above) Under the boardwalk, (We'll be falling in love) Under the boardwalk, (Boardwalk!) <br />Post created from <a href="http://www.helenasartgallery.com/detail?item_id=22217">this item</a></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/dbimg/5390_a.jpg" alt="" /></p>
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<pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 13:20:42 -0400</pubDate>
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Wild Wild Horses
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<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/dbimg/5008_a.jpg" alt="" /></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Medium:&nbsp; Oil on mounted canvas<br />Dimension:&nbsp; 12&quot;X24&quot; (no need for frame)</p><p>Wild beauties dashing through the snow!</p><p>TO MY HORSE By Whitney Robinson </p><p>From day to day and year to year It's you that makes me whole The pounding of your hooves Sparks magic in my soul. Who could match out joy? None would be so bold As we canter through the meadows In a dance of ages old. You were a gift from Heaven On Earth you give me wings And even Angel envy The joy such freedom brings We will travel the world over And track the rainbow to it's end We will find out pot of Gold And continue 'round the bend. Our Gold may come as trophies Or ribbons flashing blue But these things matter little My Treasure lies in YOU. </p>
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 20:35:05 -0500</pubDate>
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Neuschwanstein Castle
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Dimension: 16”X20” Gesso treated stretch bar canvas

Medium: Acrylics

Neuschwanstein Castle (German: Schloss Neuschwanstein, lit. New Swan Stone palace, is a 19th-century Bavarian palace on a rugged hill near Hohenschwangau and Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany. The palace was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria as a retreat and as an homage to Richard Wagner, the King’s inspiring muse. Although public photography of the interior is not permitted,[1] it is the most photographed building in Germany and is one of the country’s most popular tourist destinations.[2] Ludwig himself named it Neue Hohenschwangau; the name Neuschwanstein was coined after his death.

The reclusive Ludwig did not allow visitors to his castles, which he intended as personal refuges, but after his death in 1886 the castle was opened to the public (in part due to the need to pay off the debts Ludwig incurred financing its construction).[citation needed] Since that time over 50 million people have visited the Neuschwanstein Castle.[3] About 1.3 million people visit annually, with up to 6,000 per day in the summer.[4] The palace has appeared in several movies, and was the inspiration for Sleeping Beauty Castle (1955) at both Disneyland Park and Hong Kong Disneyland.

In 1923 Crown Prince Rupprecht gave the palace to the state of Bavaria, unlike nearby Hohenschwangau Castle which was transferred to the private Wittelsbach Trust (Wittelsbacher Ausgleichfonds), which is administered on behalf of the head of the house of Wittelsbach, currently Franz, Duke of Bavaria. The Free State of Bavaria has spent more than €14.5 million on Neuschwanstein’s maintenance, renovation and visitor services since 1990

Poem:
Neuschwanstein 
Across the ocean and above the lands 
Sits a legacy for all curious eyes. 
An ivory castle on a lonely peak 
Where even the clouds bow down 
Beneath its soaring majestic spires. 
It was the dream of one king not long ago 
That flustered the brow of every fair maiden. 
To build for beauty, hold art above war. 
Dismissing tradition and logic for lies 
And following a single dream to lands end. 
He sat on the banks of the river Rhine 
Imagining one original palace after the next. 
Maybe he shopped in the Marienplatz 
For velvet loveseats and porcelain swans 
To adorn the seed of his hearts content. 
But now the king has been gone for years. 
And Bavaria has never quite been the same 
Since the death of Kind Ludwig the mad. 
His castles stand proud and greet the wanderers 
And journeyman, and dreamers and historians alike. 
Though all are rare in craft and dripping in style 
One of his lonely dreams stands above the rest. 
Reaching beyond the Alpine rolling skies 
Coloring heaven with a touch of human royalty. 
A place any Sleeping Beauty would pray to wake. 
It is here, I fell in love again, twice in the time of a year. 
First with the earth, its inhabitants achievements 
And the very nature that hides them in its breast. 
The lakes that capture the suns final rays, 
The heaving mountains with their fancy caps of snow, 
The whispering cow bells carried by the gentle winds 
And the serenity of the painted villages sleeping below. 
The second time was with a young mate 
Who accompanied me to my secret place. 
To cavort once the daily bustles had calmed. 
He fell for the battlements I had loved before 
Understood the treasures I longed to share. 
He carried me up the mountain like a princess 
To her new palace on the night they were wed. 
He kissed me to the whimpering of waterfalls, 
Then watched on as the sun sank to bed. 
Blessed be whoever may fall upon this place 
Tucked into the heart of the Bavarian Alps 
For this is the spot where I proudly left my heart, 
And left Neuschwanstein for widened eyes to behold.

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Hannah's Magical Wish Granting Tree
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Swirls and twirls of Hannah Magical Wish Granting Tree. There was once a weary traveler who sat down to rest in the shade of a tree. He did not know that the tree he rested upon was a magic tree. It is called " The Wish-Granting Tree." Seated on the hard ground, he thought how pleasant it would be if he can sleep in a soft bed. Instantly, a bed appeared before him. Astonished, the man immediately climbed onto the bed. Then, he thought that it would be nice if there would be a beautiful young girl beside him who would massage his sore legs. At that moment, a young girl appeared before him and began massaging him. "I'm so hungry," the man said to himself. "Having something to eat now would be a great pleasure." Instantly, a table appeared with delicious foods. The man rejoiced and began eating and drinking to his heart's content. His head spun a little and his eyelids grew heavy as the wine took effect. He stretched himself and was thinking about the wonderful events that took place on that extraordinary day. "I'll sleep for an hour or two," he thought. "The worst that could happen would be if a tiger wandered by while I'm asleep." Instantly a tiger appeared and devoured the poor man. You have a magic tree inside you, waiting to grant your wishes. But be careful! The same tree can also make your negative thoughts and fears come true. At the very least it will be influenced by your negative thoughts, so that the good things you wish for do not happen. That's what worrying can do. I wish with all my heart that you live a life free of worry, negative thoughts and fear, in the shade and comfort of your personal Wish-Granting Tree - Author Unknown
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<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 22:10:32 -0500</pubDate>
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Unforgettable
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Embracing and Passionistic. This painting was inspired by me by the sculptorist, Auguste Rodin, his version of "The Kiss" Limited Edition. I call it..."Unforgettable," because when I saw the live sculptor in Paris, France...I still have not forgotten. Unforgettable, that's what you are Unforgettablethough near or far Like a song of love that clings to me How the thought of you does things to me Never before has someone been more Unforgettable in every way And forever more, that's how you'll stay That's why, darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too Unforgettable in every way And forever more, that's how you'll stay That's why, darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too 

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<pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 22:56:19 -0500</pubDate>
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Michael Jackson-"I'll Be There"
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<p align="left"><img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/dbimg/3835_a.jpg" alt="" /></p><p align="justify"><img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/dbimg/3836_b.jpg" alt="" align="right" /></p><p align="right">&nbsp;</p><p align="right"><a href="http://www.helenasartgallery.com/">www.helenasartgallery.com</a></p><p align="right"><a href="http://helena-bebirian.fineartamerica.com/"><img style="border-style: none" src="http://fineartamerica.com/marketing/BuyPrintRed.jpg" alt="Sell Art Online" title="Sell Art Online" /></a></p><p align="center">I grew up loving the gentle soul Michael Jackson...his music, his moonwalk, his moves...and when I heard the news he passed away...I literally wept. I had this dream of Michael Jackson, and felt this was a calling for me to paint him. This painting is in memory of the greatest legend in my times, and as for all times. I picked one of my favorite songs he sang,&quot;I'll Be There,&quot; when he was young...as I know he never left and will always be there! You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back Where there is love, I'll be there I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do Just call my name and I'll be there I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you I'll be there with a love that's strong I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter Togetherness, well that's all I'm after Whenever you need me, I'll be there I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you Just call my name and I'll be there If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you 'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there (Just look over your shoulders, honey - oo) I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there... </p>
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The Outdoor Gathering
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<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:27:02 -0400</pubDate>
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<img src="http://www.artisansaccomplice.com/artists/gallery/234/dbimg/3694_b.jpg" alt="" /> <h6 style="text-align: center" align="center">On our journey through life, we encounter many things that inspire us. This tree inspired me, and took my breathe away. I am just enjoying the journey with the small inspirations that come my path. </h6><h6 style="text-align: center" align="center">The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. ... Albert Einstein </h6><h6 style="text-align: center" align="center">I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. -- Joyce Kilmer</h6>
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Abstract yet figurative array of colorful vases in all shapes and sizes. The whimsical image makes one feel there is a carnival in town.
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Cape Cod, often referred to as simply the Cape, and called Cape of Keel by early Norse explorers. Friends and myself always go to the Cape, to visit the towns, enjoy the sites, and view local merchant trading and whale cultures. Best seafood in the Northeast.
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